This is a song about "Money guns"

Keep a barrage of guns ready

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

We bustin' like shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

With my guns your get antiquated

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

So here i am at the store for some chips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Artillery weak with guns